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Saul had given Niernan the horse as a gift. Coli quietly filed away the information, finding it rather sweet. Grace, though... Nier had mentioned his girl when they last met, and from the sound of what he'd said, they were living together already. Coli had been far too distracted by her condition to ever follow through and introduce herself to her packmate, which invoked a twinge of guilt. Nier had promised Coli that she would like his Grace. "She keeps animals too?" she asked curiously, her voice soft. She should really stop by their house sometime... she kept meaning to, but now wasn't a good time. Soon she would have puppies to take care of, a looming future she was not looking forward to.
"'Donkey'... is that a kind of horse, or something different?" she asked hesitantly, frowning as she revealed her ignorance. All these livestock animals were unknown to her. It wasn't the first time Niernan had to explain the intricacies of domesticated species versus their wild counterparts; his Ciaran was not the same as a bobcat, and this 'donkey' was evidently not the same as a horse. Still, the word sort of fit. Donkey was an awkward, funny-sounding name, and that was certainly what she was looking at. She wondered vaguely if he had a call name like 'Darcy', or if he was just called donkey all his life. Someone must have owned him, because he wasn't skittish around Luperci at all.
Nier was stroking the animal in question's face as he spoke, his lilting accent carrying over the drumming of raindrops on the roof above them. "So he really doesn't have an owner... oh no," Coli said with a grimace, staring with widening eyes as her ears dropped flat. "That doesn't mean... he's not mine now, is he?" She glanced back to Nier with an expression of horror. She didn't want a pet that would eat her garden. Coli didn't know the first thing about taking care of hoofed things, either. Could she just leave him here in the stables, did they have a packmate that tended to the barn? She certainly wouldn't be caught riding on top of it! She pursed her lips, trying to think of her options. She couldn't just release it, so it had to stay...
She shuffled into the stall, swallowing nervously. The colt was rubbing its face on Nier's clothing, pressing its little body in between his legs. Soon the wolf would topple over, she thought with vague amusement. Darcy certainly did look nice and harmless, as the Stormbringer assured her. Even the cat was unruffled by the baby horse, calmly remaining nearby. "Sorry I don't have any catnip for you," she murmured with a smile at Ciaran, seeing the cat diligently grooming himself clean. The undignified sight of Ciaran on catnip had been priceless, and Nier had managed to capture it in a sketch so they could always be reminded of the silliness. She readjusted her cloak, outstretching her arm to approach the foal, Darcy. Her blue eyes narrowed warily, ready to jump back if it showed its teeth.
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